Chapter 147：

There was no sign, as if the Sword of Silver Wick had never appeared from the beginning to the end.

The space is still the same. If you don’t go through it, you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life.

John took a deep breath, took out his wand and held it tightly.

Looking at his arm, John discovered that there was a golden mark under the skin of his left hand.

It couldn't be wiped off, and John saw a black mark on the other hand.

"We can only go in."

He stayed in this space for a long time, took out his pocket watch and took a look at it.

The pocket watch has stopped, and time has been frozen.

Gathering up the courage to take another step, John walked toward the crack.

Beyond the crack is nothingness.

There is no distinction between up and down, countless broken lenses are scattered in every direction.

If the trance-like fantasy is a minimalist art, then this place is complex and gorgeous.

The foot stepped on the lens, and there was a crunch, and the mirror fragments seemed to be broken in the next second.

John stood completely on it, and the mirror was not broken.

He didn’t know where the exit was, so he could only move on.

At the same time, he discovered that his sword was not there at all.

"Did they fall into different places?"

After thinking about it, John moved in one direction.

I don’t know how long I walked, but John came across a mirror while walking.

The moment he touched it, he saw the reflection in the mirror change.

A disheveled man was adding something to the crucible. He looked crazy. His wife came over and insulted him. He chopped off his hand and threw it into the crucible.

His wife was scared away, but he didn't care and kept refining it for ten years.

But even when I was about to die, I still didn’t get what I wanted.

John stared at the mirror thoughtfully, then touched another mirror.

There is also an alchemist inside. He is different from the previous one. He behaves elegantly, loves his wife, is kind to his son, and is kind to his friends.

It can be said that this is a very perfect person, a good husband, a good father, and a good friend.

But whenever night comes, the man always goes to the secret base where alchemy materials are placed.

His life was very happy. Gradually, his wife died, his son grew up and left home, and his friend lost a leg because of adventure.

The man became even more eager for that thing. He soaked in the materials day and night.

At the age of fifty, he finally died in the secret base that no one knew about.

Then the next one, and the next one.

This is true for everyone, they are either happy or sad, rich or poor.

Without exception, they are all alchemists, a traveler who never stops on the road of pursuit.

Suddenly, in the next mirror, the reflection inside turned into a man, and he looked at John with a half-smile.

"John Wick, I'm glad you're here."

John realized that this was not a reflection, but a living person.

No, it doesn’t seem right to talk about living people.

John looked warily at the man who appeared from the mirror. He was made of feathers and looked like a big white bird.

He was probably in his twenties, holding a crutch made of oak.

"You know me?" John asked.

The man smiled, walked out of the mirror, and said, "Of course I know you. I know every alchemist. You are the most special one. You have experienced a flash of time and arrived here."

"Time flash?" John heard the words and followed behind him.

"Time just jumps around randomly. The person I saw last time has turned into a skeleton. You are the only one who can come over."

His eyes are pink, as if he can see through people's hearts.

A door appeared in front of me. The door looked ordinary, but it seemed both harmonious and awkward in this space.

The man stopped, turned to look at John and smiled, "You are one of the few people who have come here over the years. You can call me Alchemist Zero, and here..."

Alchemist Zero pointed to the door, with a solemn and solemn tone in his voice, and said loudly: "This is called the Gate of Things. Only those who have reached the peak of alchemy can reach the other side."

John looked at the simple door and saw nothing special about it.

Unwilling to give up, John used insight. At this moment, the door in front of him changed, and countless messy codes rushed into his brain.

John looked pale and took two steps back, panting heavily and not daring to look any further.

"You are better than I thought for being able to discover the specialness of the Gate of Things."

Alchemist Zero showed admiration, patted John on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Go, that is your reward. Open the door of things, and you can get everything you want, whether it is magic or magic." Money, or status.”

His voice was very tempting, but John looked up at him, his deep eyes piercing people's hearts, and asked coldly: "Then...what's the price?"

Alchemist Zero did not expect this question and was stunned. John had straightened up and said calmly: "The basic law of alchemy is that there is no free gold."

"You are very smart." Alchemist Zero put away his smile and said lightly: "Those alchemists who came here have basically forgotten this matter."

He didn't hide anything and said, "The price, any price, may be your arms, your eyes, your body or even... your soul."

When he said the last two words, Alchemist Zero smiled again and said: "You don't seem to be lacking these. The Gate of Things is the highest reward for alchemists, and its status is above the Magic Stone. Don't you would be willing to give up.”

After that, he said no more, and John looked at the door quietly.

The Gate of Things is the supreme being in alchemy, capable of completing all refinements, even the most taboo souls.

As long as you push it away, any wish can come true.

Correspondingly, he needs to pay a price, which is an equal exchange.

Since entering this space, John has been thinking about how to go back, and the Gate of Things seems to be a good choice.

John walked over, and when he passed by, a sneer appeared in Alchemist Zero's eyes, filled with mockery.

When his hand was about to touch the door, John paused, turned around and said, "The highest reward for an alchemist?"

"certainly."

Alchemist Zero nodded without hesitation, but John smiled and asked, "Have you seen a man named Nico Flamel?"

"Nicholas Flamel?"

Alchemist Zero was stunned, and John's body suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of him.

The wand in his hand was held backwards, Alchemist Zero did not react, and there was a cracking sound on his neck.

The tip of the wand passed through like a poisonous snake, and when he pulled it out, Alchemist Zero fell unconscious.

He couldn't believe it, and his expression gradually turned ferocious.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

He covered his neck and spoke with a hissing sound.

John showed disdain and sneered: "Have you forgotten that we just met outside."

"Extis."

A drop dropped from the tip of the wand, not blood, but something as black as ink.

Before being dragged into this space, John saw the face condensed by the curse.

It was not unfamiliar to him, because the owner of that face used to torture himself every time he used the soul potion.

Extis, the creator of the dementors.

His young face appeared in this space, and John's wand tried to use magic.

Well, no.

But this actually made John feel at ease. For him, no one can use magic. Isn't this John's Happy House?

"Nicholas Flamel refined the Philosopher's Stone. He is undoubtedly the greatest alchemist. He has not even come here. How credible is what you say?"

John had a sarcastic look on his face. Axtes probably could not have imagined that Nico Flamel would live to this day.

That’s why Extis was so surprised when he heard Nico Flamel’s name.

After his identity was discovered, Extis had a gloomy face, but he soon started to smile.

"John Wick, thanks to you, I came to this place, and it is also because of you that I can wake up again."

Extis' arms were spinning like cocoons, with black threads floating around his body. He raised his eyebrows and said with sarcasm on his face: "In return, I will make you my new work of art."

"That's not necessary."

John sneered, holding the wand in his hand tighter.

This old Yinbi actually pretended to be an NPC to trick himself into opening the door to things.

Gan!

It depends on whether I can get you or not!

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Chapter 167 Extis and Sacrifice

Extis can use curses because he is cursed, but it is only limited to controlling the physical body.

He was already dead, but because of the curse left on the dementors and the time turner, he regained consciousness.

Originally, John was wondering why Extis tortured people to create dementors.

This kind of simple evil that harms others but does not benefit oneself looks like a lunatic.

Now it seems that nerves are real nerves, but they are not without profound meaning.

An accidental birth created an immortal Extis.

As long as you leave this space, Extis will completely gain immortality.

It was such a bargain that John couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, he did laugh.

"marvelous."

John covered his face and laughed, his laughter ranging from low to high.

A greedy look appeared in the gap between his fingers. Even Extis was confused by this look.

"It seems that you are very confident." Extis couldn't stand such a look. He has always been the one who takes the initiative, and it is still the same now.

But John seemed to have the initiative. His eyes were like looking at an object. He said coldly: "Why are you laughing?"

"Me? I think of happy things."

Trying his best to suppress the curve of the corners of his mouth, John said with a smile: "You want me to open the door of things and use the door of things to return to the world, right?"

After his thoughts were exposed, Extis also laughed, and his smile was particularly crazy, "You know? It doesn't matter, I will send you in."

"No, no, no," John waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile, "I mean, is there a possibility that I plan to do the same?"

A mirror floated over and stood between the two of them. When they left again, John was gone.

Extis's eyes widened. He didn't notice any magic fluctuations. How could this be done?

Suddenly, a whisper came to my ears.

"Tell me, how valuable is a person who has lived for hundreds of years?"

Axis's black thread suddenly turned around and smashed a mirror, but there was no one there.